As soon as I become the victim,

I invoke the last stream of the mountain


(en los trazos de mi voz)


I am, but I am yet to be

Between this memory and the Land


Claiming voices ascend

as conveyed

By a Mesozoic Music strang-ing itself


I am that –

The consciousness that is not will


Signed by The rubicund Blacksmith in the ardent stone.

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